DONT BLAME ME

I Won

~Ren POV~

I met Hope at my locker at the end of the day.
"So do you feel like being wined and dined tonight?," I asked Hope, in a sexy seductive tone.

"Ooo dined, yes. Wined? Well, we're only seventeen," she replied with a slight grin.

"Hm, how about lemonade and art charades?" I took her by the waist, pulling her closer to my person. "It's kind of like a paint and sip, except you try to guess what everyone else is painting".

"And you drink lemonade," Hope smiled, leaning in to give me a kiss. "That's right,"

A few moments later Tess walks by my locker, only to smile at Hope then give me the dirtiest look of all looks. I did the same in return. "What was that?," Hope asks, giving a gagged expression.
"Hmm? Nothing. You ready?,"

I didn't know if I was going to tell Hope about Tess' threat, I didn't want to ruin their friendship. I also didn't think it mattered, considering the fact that I was never going to hurt Hope.
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"Hey Dad!,' I said, walking through the front door of my house.

"Renny, my girl!," he exclaimed, pulling me into a big hug. "Good day?,"

"Yes sir. Hope and I are going out for a little bit," I told him. "I'm going to take her to the art center, do you care to drive,"

"The art center? Your Moms art center?," he raised an eyebrow, he seemed surprised. "Yeah," I spoke softly, lowering my head.

"Hey no, I get it. Her birthday is tomorrow and you're missing her a little extra. Just don't let your relationship fill a void,".

"Yeah...I'm gonna go get ready,"

I had no idea what to wear. It was a casual event but I also did not want to look like I didn't care about myself. I threw clothes out of my closet, out of my drawers, all over my room trying to find an outfit, and nothing. I'm thinking too much. Jeans. Jeans will do.

After about two hours, I hear Hope downstairs. "Mr. Blake, my guy. How are ya?," Hope jokes.
"Just living the life of a young old man," he laughed. Listening to them get along so well made my heart happy.

"Hey, you two. Hope you look...wow," I stopped in my tracks on the way down the stairs. She did. She was beautiful. Her outfit was simple yet stunning. She had on a pair of cargo jeans with the jacket to match, a multi color shirt, and black high top converse. Her hair was in a high ponytail, it gave Ariana Grande vibes, it made her outfit stand out more. If fashion was a person.

"Wow yourself cuteness," she gave me a wink. I didn't have anything special on. I was wearing ripped black jeans, with suspenders hooked. I had on a black and white shirt that said 'love me', paired with black and white doc martens. "Dad is driving, lets go"
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When we arrived at our destination, I couldn't help but notice the astounded expression on Hope's face. We were at a clean, glassed windowed building in the middle of town. Almost fancy, but not expensive fancy.

"Alright girls have fun. Ren, remember what I said," He raised his eyebrows in a serious way.
I just nodded.

"Wowww Ren! I did not know this was an art center. I always thought it was an office building or something," Hope said ecstatically.

"Haha, you're cute. No, this is the building where artists make their work. The building next to it-,"Hope finished my sentence, as she knew the answer. "-is where the art exhibitions take place,"

"Yes. Us however, are going to the bottom level. Follow me,"

"Hey Kacy, can we get two seats please?," I asked the hostess, when we walked into the venue.
"Sure thing, Ren,".